Assassins Invention Lyrics - Singles - Stanko

As I enter in the game 

Not really worried about the fame 

I should introduce myself by giving out my stage name 

Mr. Nene to the haters, Stanko to the ballers 

Didn't mention bitch niggas cause we don't yall to call us 

Stand at attention as I plan to mention 

Im recreating my own flow call it the assassin's invention 

I'll assassinate the haters, all the whack rappers 

And make it so far in the game that I compete with the Guptas 

I've never been violent but I got niggas on my hit-list 

'Stanko's getting hot' bring the crease I got the iron fist 

Your girl aint married but its funny how she'll miss us 

and you'll hate us and then diss us 

but we wont have time to discus 

casue we keep aiming further like our life's a game of discus 

I'm on the road to success traffic officers wanna stop us 

Surrounded by these haters and those that hated on Jesus 

Delivering sickness 

Thank GOD for picmix fixing pictures 

Back to business, you'll find me working on my fitness 

Murdering rappers, and getting rid of the eye-witness 

With no assistance, they really amazed by my quickness 

Y'all better make a clearance cause I'm about to make my appearance 

Someone get a baker and teach these niggas how to make dough 

I'll be a sole trader with no price-tag on my soul 

I promised to spit a few bars 

Stabilizing my future 

I bend rules like the Last Air-bender from Avatar 

Music to your soul, I'm about to go skin deep 

I.C.U but on your own niggas couldn't breathe 

I bring that young flow to floor, my aim is to grow 

You like my hip hop, make it pop, turn rain to snow 

I heard them say its over when the fat lady sings 

Niggas think they fly but couldn't even afford chicken wings 

I bet that line made you smile, like you taking pictures 

Call me MC Hammer I plan on nailing all these bitches 

Y'all clearly see me getting money, I must in HD 

I share it with all my niggas and those I regard as my family 

They go Stevie Wonder, they see nothing wrong with my flow 

I'm just getting warmed up for the punchlines I'm about to throw 

They've been waiting patiently so they could come and hate on me 

At school they ask me for money, I guess I pay your salary 

Cause I illuminate your hood and shed light on the matter 

Sick lyrics force you to go and use your grey matter 

Like a 10 without the zero your probably Juan Mata 

Your busy with the snakes I'll be climbing the ladder 

I'm on fire like some weed, I stopped, dropped and rolled a blunt 

No label I Spitfire, these fake niggas just got burnt 

I handle it from a angle as if my first name was Kurt 

They tried to kick me when I was down, all I did was feed em dirt 

Cause when it gets cold, you'll find niggas with no coats 

I open my wallet so these fake niggas can take notes 

No jokes 

I'm for real 

STANKO